Maeve
Pulled from her thoughts by Ronin's arrival, Maeve looks up a small smile curling on her lips as she rolls her eyes at him, giving his shoulder a playful shove as he sits next to her. "Oh come off it. Maeve is just fine, thanks." She huffs, cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink, still getting used to the use of that title. Aidon perks up at the sight of another dragon (even if she appears much smaller than he is) and lets out a trill in greeting. Her eyes rove over the garden, nodding in agreement, fingers still rubbing absent minded patterns over the swell of her belly. "It is pretty nice... All of the flowers in here bloom at night. I thought Safrin would like that."
The goddess's presence and influence was littered throughout the space. From the statue of her in the middle of the fountain to the night blooms that surrounded them and all the way up to the starry stained glass that made up the ceiling. "We almost put a statue of you in here, but then decided that your head was big enough already." She teases, smile growing as she sinks into the warm familiarity that his presence offers. Maeve could never exactly explain what made Remi and Ronin feel so safe, but she was grateful for it all the same.
The goddess's presence and influence was littered throughout the space. From the statue of her in the middle of the fountain to the night blooms that surrounded them and all the way up to the starry stained glass that made up the ceiling. "We almost put a statue of you in here, but then decided that your head was big enough already." She teases, smile growing as she sinks into the warm familiarity that his presence offers. Maeve could never exactly explain what made Remi and Ronin feel so safe, but she was grateful for it all the same.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
